I may have evaded him, but I knew it was just a matter of time. However, once he did catch up with me nothing could have prepared us for what happened next.
GET TO KNOW YOU INTERVIEW
Tell us is there anything about you that
people don't already know?
I love shoes. My
husband calls me a centipede.
Roughly 11 years ago
I met my sister for the very first time. The reunion was a rather emotional,
but fulfilling one.
Your books are so emotional. How long does
it take for you to be able to get the characters out of your mind and move on
to the next?
Sometimes it's hard to get your head out of a book once it's finished. Deviant
actually made me ill. My blood pressure went down so much that I almost fainted
at work once. Not nice. :( In the end I had to take a deep breath and move onto
the next project. I like to build scenes up in my head before I start writing
them down. It makes it easier to flow that way.
Are the names of the characters in your
novels important?
Sometimes the hardest
part of writing a book is choosing the character's names. I think they're
important because a good, strong name can have an inpact on the way you feel
about the character. That's what I feel, anyway.
What are the most important attributes to
remaining sane as a writer?
Coffee, sweets, and
wine. Did I mention wine?
What is the most demeaning thing said about
you as a writer?
I tend not
to dwell on the bad things that are said. Luckily, I haven't had
anything too bad that it has stuck with me. I count myself extremely lucky
to have met some wonderful readers out there. I welcome reviews good and bad,
and also welcome any people who have reviewed my books negatively to contact
me. I seriously don't bite... well, not that much. ;)
How do you react to a bad review of one of
your books?
If they're
constructive, I welcome them. I once had a reviewer rate a book of
mine 3 stars and emailed me to apologise. I had read the review and told
her there was nothing to apolgise for. The review was constructive and well
thought out. It's these reviews that aid me in becoming a better writer.
It's the "Bash the Author" reviews I get upset about. There's just no
need for it.
What was the hardest part of writing your
book?
Maintaining a flow.
Sometimes I will sit there and my mind goes completely blank. I hate it when
that happens. :( The other part is writing scenes and then looking back on them
thinking, are people going to get bored reading this?
Did you learn anything from writing your
book and what was it?
That I can write
emotionally difficult scenes. In Luca 2, something happens to Clara that hit a
nerve with me. I cried writing it, and then cried reading it over again. I
didn't enjoy it, but if other people have the same emotions that I did
then at least I know I have done the best I could regarding that scene.
Is there a message in your novel that you
want readers to grasp?
I suppose only that in life you have to be grateful for the things that you
have. Sometimes bad things can happen, but when it does you have to think to
yourself that there are people in a much worse situation than me.
Have you ever read or seen yourself as a
character in a book or a movie?
Not really. I have
read and watched characters in a movie and thought, I wish I could be like
her.
I love the covers. What made you choose
them? What gave you the idea?
I went hunting for a
hot Italian model. I found one and asked my designer if she could work her
magic. I explained that having the castle somewhere on the cover was important,
as it was important to my character.
Who designs your covers?
I don't think I want to tell you because I want to keep her to myself! ;) Only
joking... Well, maybe just a little bit.
Kellie Dennis from
Book Cover by Design. She's awesome!
Describe in 5 words, your writing:
Drama, dark, angst, romantic and erotic.
When you were a child what did you want to
be when you grew up?
A managing director
of a crisp factory.
Only joking. Funnily
enough I wanted to be a writer. I used to write poetry when I was 17. I even
had a story of a young girl that moves from the country to London and works for
an older CEO. Romance blooms, of course. In the end I never started it.
What do you use to write your book?
A lot of imagination.
I think it's imperative when starting a new project. I start the kettle for my
coffee or tea, fire up my laptop, and start tapping away.
Do you listen to music while you writing or
reading?
Once in a blue moon I may put some music on just to have some background noise.
Mostly, though I like peace and quiet whilst I'm writing.
Tell us your latest news?
I'm currently writing
another stalker book called Scars. I'm quite excited about this one.
What book are you reading now?
I read Grey recently, so now I'm on Fifty Shades Darker.
Do you have a
nickname?
Not really. My
husband calls me James, which I find quite sweet. I just think of it as a
shortened version of Jaimie.
What are your pet peeves?
I can be a little OCD about certain things. Toilet paper being put on the
holder correctly, for one. ;) The others are opened cupboard doors or
drawers. I hate that! I also can't understand how many socks we go through as a
family. I seriously put on about ten pairs every time I do a wash, lol.
Considering I have to do a wash at least twice a week, that's a lot
of socks.
I'll shut up now.
Do you ever write naked?
Lol, I think my hubby
would like me to, but no.
What is your favourite Starbuck’s/coffee
shop drink?
I don't have a
Starbucks where I live. :( Normally I have my coffee black.
What's your favourite fruit?
Strawberries...
preferably dipped in melted chocolate. Hmm...
What's your favourite tv show?
Suits.
What's your favourite genre?
Romance
One of your favourite quotes
The enemy of my enemy
is my friend
Do you enjoy giving interviews?
I'm enjoying this one, so yes. :
Five Fun Facts:
I'm a bitch
I'm a lover
I'm a child
I'm a mother
I'm a sinner
I'm a saint
Oh wait, that's 6!
Actually, you can scrap bitch. I'm not really a bitch. My husband may disagree
with me at times on that, though. ;)
Thank you so much for taking part. We can't
wait to read more work from you.
Prologue
Luca
Picking up some random chick from my club, I took her to one
of my many apartments. This one was reserved for one thing and one thing only: fucking.
She was brunette, curvaceous, and had the most gorgeous tits
I’d ever seen … But that wasn’t why I’d brought her here. I brought her
here because I wanted to prove a point. Today was the day I laid eyes on the
most beautiful angel I had ever seen. It was only a picture, but I couldn’t get
her image out of my damn fucking head.
Watching this woman strip in front of me should have been a
turn-on, but she did nothing for me—not even a twitch.
“Hmm, Luca, you’re so sexy. Let me take care of you.”
Hovering over my cock, whoever she was started licking and
sucking me hard. I was going to push her away and tell her to fuck off, but
then I closed my eyes, and the image of that girl came into my head. Clara.
Holding onto that image, I began to grow hard inside her
mouth. Imagining it was Clara made my dick stiffer than it had ever been.
Random Chick moaned her appreciation as she sucked harder. I
should have fucking loved this, but all I could think about was her.
Grabbing a condom from my bedside table, I pushed this girl
off of my cock. I still wanted to prove a point. I had always loved sex. If I
could just feel this random woman’s pussy, then I was sure I could forget her.
I placed the condom on my cock and hissed when I felt the
urge to fuck her raw. “Fucking sit on me—now.”
Smiling, she did as she was told and started riding me hard.
I closed my eyes again, and straight away, my mind went back to Clara.
Why can’t I get her out of my fucking head?
This woman’s body was perfection, and yet she was doing
absolutely nothing for me. I tried grabbing her hips and gaining control as I
pulled her down on top of me. Nothing—not a damn thing. She may as well have
been jumping on top of my stomach instead of my cock.
It wasn’t long, though, before her moans of pleasure echoed
around the room. I knew her orgasm was coming quickly as she sped faster and
moaned louder than ever before. Once her spasms died down, I shoved her off of
my cock.
“Luca, what the fuck? Baby, you’re so fucking good. Let me
make you come now. I can suck you again if you want?”
Shaking my head, I just wanted her out. “No. Just leave.”
“But—”
“No buts. Get the fuck out!”
Grabbing her things, she stomped across the room and quickly
got dressed. “Arsehole!” she shouted before slamming the door.
Fucking hell! What was wrong with me? This Clara seems
to have possessed me. No other woman has ever possessed me like this woman
has. Her picture practically screamed at me to touch her … to feel
her … to caress her.
Still lying on my bed—and still hard as fuck with this
condom on me—I started to touch myself. I closed my eyes, and again, straight
away, her image came into my head.
I pictured myself taking her and making her mine. The
thought made my dick come to life like never before. My movements became faster
and my breathing heavier as I imagined thrusting myself inside this woman I
hadn’t even met … yet. It wasn’t long before I felt it: that blissful
intensity permeating my whole body. That feeling which was like no other,
radiating through me as I hurried to find my release.
Seeing her through my closed eyes, I started pounding faster
and harder. A sound escaped my lips as I jerked and bucked underneath my hand,
thrusting my release as hard as I could into the condom.
What the fuck was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I get her
out of my fucking head?
After my breathing calmed, I took the condom off and went to
have a shower. Feeling the warmth hit my skin, I closed my eyes again, and
again her image filled my head.
Slamming the wall with my fists, I came to a sudden
conclusion. It was something I’d always known I was going to do—deep down—from
the moment I saw that fucking picture.
That’s why you offered Trudy a way out, you silly fuck. You
knew then that you had to have her.
I turned the shower off and grabbed my towel. The decision
had been made. I was going to go to Clara Murphy, but first I wanted to see
just how tough she really was.
With my mind made up, I smiled; excitement was growing with
every thought which passed through my head. I was going to go to Clara Murphy
and sort out this little obsession of mine once and for all. I knew all I had
to do was see her and my mind would be made up for me. I would either fuck her
until she was out of my system—or I would make her mine.
Getting dressed and ready to leave, I already knew in my
subconscious what the answer was going to be.
I’m coming to get you, Clara Murphy. So, you had better be
ready for me. You will be mine, and there isn’t a damn fucking thing you can do
to stop me.
LUCA (BECAUSE YOU'RE MINE) EXCERPT
“So, Giovanni, do you live in Sicily?” I thought it best to
change the subject. Even I felt we had entered into a pornographic movie all of
a sudden.
Giovanni’s reluctant gaze pulled away from Natalie and
returned to me. “Yes. I run things there. I did spend a lot of time in
England, though. I studied here before moving back several years ago. Luca was
always set to run things when he was older, but when he left, it
was up to me.”
I frowned. “Were you okay with that?”
Giovanni looked at Luca with a playful smile. “I’m
comfortable with the fact that I’ve done a much better job than Luca
could ever do.”
Luca suddenly growled. “As I said before, you’re not family
enough to prevent me from shoving your own balls down your throat.”
I waved my hand in front of him. “Just ignore him, Giovanni.
I do.”
I felt Luca stiffen beside me. “I’m warning you. You know
what happens when you try to go against me.”
I looked up at Luca and smirked. “Oooh. I’m shaking.”
Alessandro suddenly started laughing, making Luca
angry. “What the fuck are you laughing at?” Alessandro quickly shut his mouth, earning
him a dirty look from Luca.
I slid off my stool and watched as Luca watched me. “Where
are you going?”
I moved past him and started walking. “I’m going to get a
wash, and then I’m going to get my local masseuse, Philippe, to give
me a massage. I think I need to relax.” I smiled inside, knowing that
hearing his name would make Luca’s hackles rise. I wasn’t going
to mention that Philippe was gay. Well, not just yet anyway.
“Who the fuck is Philippe?”
I walked forward a little. “I already told you. He massages
my troubles away from time to time.”
Luca’s nostrils flared. “When was the last time he touched
you?”
I placed my finger on my lip and pretended to ponder this
for a second. “Hmm… I think it was two weeks ago.”
Luca looked really mad. “Two weeks ago, another man had
his hands on you?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s about right. He’s very
good.”
“Where does this fucker live?”
I suddenly laughed. “Stop being a baby. It’s his job.”
He stepped forward again. “He’s not touching you again. I’ll
find him and chop his fucking hands off.”
I moved my finger back and forth tutting as I stepped back.
“Oooh, tetchy, Mr. Belatoni.”
Luca suddenly smiled. “You’re joking with me, aren’t you?”
“Are these two normally like this?” Everyone laughed at
Giovanni’s question.
“All the time,” Tony piped. “It’s their prelude to sex.”
I raised my eyebrow to Luca in challenge. I was always ready
for sex with him, but when he got possessive and angry like this, it just
made the fires rage even more. This was my control over him. “I’m all dirty,
Luca. I need to get very naked and very wet.” I pierced him with a heated stare, and
my heart rate picked up a notch as he growled in my direction.
I took tentative steps back, but kept my gaze on Luca. All
these hot men and Italian accents weregetting the better of me.
As my steps took me out into the hallway, Luca suddenly
placed his phone in Tony’s hand. “Hold my calls, Tony. I’m going to fuck-love
my woman.”
